a one bar prison but the dildo is way too big and the sub is chained above it, a pully system in place.
the dom very slowly lowers them down just so that the tip of the dildo fills their hole before lubing up the bottom, much thicker, part of it and pushing a button which causes the poor sub to fall onto it.
it doesn't all go in of course, but gravity does it's magic and pulls them down onto it, either slow or fast depending, the pain and pleasure of being filled to the brim and then more is so overwhelming the sub cries softly.
their ankles are tied to their thighs, hands behind their back, unable to even push or pull themselves off of the thing. all they can do is take the whole thing until the chain no longer has any give. of course the dom makes it so it's a safe system, so that the sub won't be impaled too much. the chain will stop them so they stop sliding down the thing. just enough to be too full.
the dom pays special attention to the subs nipples, to their cock/clit. brings out different toys to use on them and make them feel so good. maybe brings out something to whip their cock/clit. make them scream.
the sub is begging to cum, pleading, tears falling down their face and the dom grins and lets them.
soon enough the sub will be crying from overstimulation as the dom keeps going. no mercy, just endless simulation. each orgasm makes the sub tighten around the thick dildo, their eyes roll back, screaming from the too much too much too much feeling.
but they don't safeword. not even when the dom uses the pully system to lift them up until only the tip is in and drops them again.
maybe now's a good time to reveal the dildo's vibration settings.
i shouldâve known better, walking home drunk and alone at night. i thought itâd be fine, i had walked this way before. but this time, you and your friend were waiting for me. waiting to grab me and pull me into the back of your car.
someone in the drivers seat sped off, but i couldnât get a good look at them. not when you were pulling my hair back and shoving your cock in my mouth. i gagged on it while your friend was ripping my pants down. you were thick and hot in my mouth, your taste salty and bitter. you said the most awful things.
âyou were made for thisâ
âgonna swallow all of my cum and youâre gonna fucking like itâ
âyou love this, donât you, slut?â
your friend felt like they were ripping me open, the pain was unbearable. i screamed against your cock but you just laughed and moaned. you both fucked me ruthlessly, i could feel blood dripping down my legs and tears flowing from my eyes.
you came first, your cum filling my mouth as my nose was buried in your bush. i wanted to choke on it, spit it out and burn my mouth but you held me there until i had no choice but to swallow. i got no reprieve as your friend immediately filled me up, groaning as they thrusted their cum deep inside me.
âgonna get you pregnant, pretty boyâŚâ
i tried not to listen to their mumbles, but those words echoed in my mind as you both tossed me out of the car and onto the hard pavement. i was covered in dirt, sweat, and tears with blood leaking from my cunt and cum stuck to the sides of my mouth. my hands, cheek and elbows were scuffed from how hard you threw me. i winced and heard you cackle as you all drove off again, leaving me battered and bruised on the side of the road.
fuck the way u write abt rape kink is so good n gets me so wet, id love to know what youâd do to break an intox loving dummy dog boy like me
CUUUUTE i just took an edible so im delighted to write about this
i would looooove to start getting you drunk, take you out to a bar, promise to be a good friend and a designated driver. you deserve to let loose! ill be here for you. and so you kick back, unwind with drinks, enjoy the music. we laugh and bump shoulders and i touch you enough, linger just a bit that makes you tilt your head like a cute little pup. you get so fucked up. i just keep ordering you drinks, pay it off every time, praise you for letting your guard down and enjoying yourself.
and when you want to go home, i take you to the car, help you into the backseat. youâre confused, shouldnât you be in the passenger seat? and why am i climbing into the back too? i start feeling you up, nipping your neck, grumble about how i just couldnât fucking wait anymore. youâre sluggish, and youâre so confused, why am i touching you? your body responds to the touch, unwanted as it as, and you slick my fingers when they glide across your cunt. i palm at your tdick while you tell me to knock it off, slur for me to get off.
i canât though. and i wont. i pull my cock out and stroke myself while i look at you. youâre helpless, and youâre mine, and im so fucking hard im dripping precum onto your jeans before theyre even off. i pull them down, and i fit my cock against you, press inside. fuck itâs so hot the way your cunt drags me inside, needy even though youâre pushing and hitting with all the force of a stiff wind, too drunk to even focus on me while i rape you slow. i canât risk rocking the car, donât need anyone looking inside and seeing.
it takes forever. youâre moaning and sobbing and begging to just go home, and i just keep fucking into you, holding your hips and feeling the delicious drag of my cock against the inside of you. i tease your tdick to make you squeeze tighter around me, and i laugh at how easy it is to make you into the perfect fleshlight.
finally, i stutter my hips, breathe out that im so fucking close and youâre fading in and out of consciousness that you barely even register when i spill inside, filling you until you drip on my seats. i pull your clothes back up, cover you and tuck my dick away, promising you ill be ready again by the time we actually get you home
It's not that you can't do it on your own, he just likes helping.
Need to brush your teeth? Don't worry, he'll cradle one side of your jaw in one palm while he uses the other to make sure your mouth is clean, and you'll spit in the sink like a good girl, and then he kisses you for a reward.
This man will hold you in the bath, and no, he doesn't care that he barely fits in the damn bloody tub. When you're about to slip your shoes on, he'll bend down even when groaning that his back hurts, which you heard pop like popping candy. He doesn't mind doing everything.
However. You will need to pick up on the slack a little. Like sucking his cock? He'll guide your head, but if you start to slow down, he'll hold you still and plug your mouth, waiting for you to resume.
John Price is telling everyone that his missus is waiting at home for him, but no one even knew he was married. Nor did they know about you, a sweet little thing he scooped up from your terrible homelife.
Never mind the news of your parents crying and pleading for your return.
a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.
a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."
a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.
a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.
a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.
"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.
a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.
a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.
Some, like the cameras, I set up immediately. Others- like the toys- I save for the following morning. Before leaving for work.
Youâre asleep in your bed, and I carefully unlock each of the locks on your door before entering- as quiet as possible. You arenât cuffed- and while I enjoy watching you sleep, Iâm sneaking in to get the drop on you
Your wrists are wrenched above your head, pinned in place while my knee spreads your thighs. You writhe and grumble, blinking slowly up at me. I smile down at you-
And then begin to shove the vibrator into your hole.
Itâs already lubed up- the kind that tingles and teases- and you cry out as you feel the burn and stretch. You begin to protest- but my fingers are in your mouth. Gloved- because you are my little biter after all.
I shove the toy in deeper, chewing my lip as I watch your face contort. You gasp- struggling to breathe as I press down on your tongue.
âTop of the line model, only for you- my little doll.â I pull out my phone- remotely turning on the thrusting feature. âSee what it can do?â
The dildo begins to move inside you- and your hips begin to buck as you scramble. As if you can get it out of you, stop it from pounding your little hole. You canât- because I have your hands. All you can do is wriggle and whimper and pant.
Youâre so distracted by the silicone working deep inside you that I decide to take the opportunity to slip my fingers out- and replace them with my tongue.
At first, it swirls against yours and you let it. Emboldened, I press my lips firmer against yours, licking at the seam of your mouth and relishing the taste.
But you have to ruin it.
You come to your senses- and bite down on my tongue hard enough that I taste iron. My hand wraps around your throat on instinct- but I move it upwards- squeezing your jaw till your mouth falls slack.
I spit blood into your open mouth.
âFine.â I wipe saliva from my chin- taking the handcuffs from my pocket and snapping them on your wrists, then binding you to the headboard. âI have to go to work anyways.â
You whimper- pleading with my retreating back not to leave you like this all day- stuffed with a thumping vibrator deep in your hole and bound to where you canât move.
But Iâve been so lenient with you- truly, I have a soft heart.
No more.
âShhh- donât worry, Iâll be keeping an eye on you from work.â I said, pointing to the camera. âAnd Iâll come back on my lunch break so you can use the bathroom.â
I pause at the door. âAnd perhaps, by then, your attitude will have improved.â
-
When I check in throughout the day- youâre in various positions on the bed. Sometimes writhing- sometimes sobbing- sometimes bucking your hips as another orgasm rails through you.
I have to take several trips to the bathroom to relieve myself- unable to comfortably remain at my desk. Not when my eyes keep wandering back to my phone screen, checking on you just to hear your delicious moans. Or cries. Both turn me on. Sometimes I open the app and turn the toy off- letting you think it died- only to turn it back on ten minutes later.
Youâre a vision, your face, wrecked with tears- or your body, completely exhausted and trembling. Iâm addicted to looking at you, in disbelief that just a short drive away- you wait for me at home. My own pet. My own toy. Perfectly trained, flawlessly conditioned-
And when I return home for your bathroom break- you promise to be good, making all kinds of deals and assurances- if only I leave you untied this time.
I cup your face and croon- âMaybe tomorrow, if youâre good.â
Male Mutant Dragon-Like Hybrid Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, stalking, kidnapping, oviposition, eggpreg, an egg-nancy if you will, pr-egg-nant even, I r(egg)ret nothing, big ol' prehensile monster dick, knotting, general yandere behavior, nuclear wasteland, post apocalypse
Word Count: 1.3k
(Just had the idea and had to write it! Hope y'all enjoy. Worked on this alllll day today. Well actually yesterday as it is past 12 now. Skipped lunch. Skipped dinner. Just HAD to write. Like I couldn't do anything else. Was supposed to be a blurb but became a full fic.)
The Shifting Boneyard. A hot, dry, desolate place inhabited by monstrous humans and worse monsters.
Humans out here were often cannibalistic tribal hunters, exiles, murderers, and slavers.
Bone golems, bone hounds, amalgamations, shambling skeletons, and human mimics were just a few of the examples of mutated lifeforms that inhabited the boneyard.
Why were you there? You were an exile. You didn't follow the cult-like rules of your native settlement so you were given to the wastes.
You had managed to find water, the greatest essential, but your shelter was little more than some cloth and a flat plate of bone leaned against a large rock. Foraging hadn't been any more successful, finding only some scraggly roots to eat.
You had spent almost a week away from what passed as civilization from these days and you were definitely the worse for wear.
And someone else knew this too. You were being followed.
When the bombs fell they interrupted sensitive genetic experiments. The result was scientists fused with reptile-bat hybrids.
They were surprisingly fertile. They were known to lay eggs within one another, and humans, to reproduce. The eggs absorb DNA from the host but the abominationâs genetics are exceedingly dominant.
They quickly evolved to blend in with boneyard, growing bony plates on their bodies.
They retained human intelligence but were hyper aggressive in most cases to help them survive the harsh environment. Not unlike some humans.
They were known as bone dragoniids.
The dominant one in this area, named Breakor, was in rut and had never found a suitable mate to stuff full of his eggs⌠until he started stalking you.
You werenât like the other mutants, hard and aggressive, nor were you like the humans with their noise and guns. You were soft and helpless. The wastes hadnât hardened you into something like him. He had fought humans, even hunted them, but you were a precious flower that needed saving.
That needed to hold his eggs for him. Just long enough for you to fertilize them.
As he watched your feeble attempts at survival he grew more enamored.
He also knew that you being so helpless meant you would be helpless to resist him. You simply lacked the ability. He waited until you were weak from hunger and exposure before making himself known, making sure to warn off or kill any threats before they reached you.
When you were sufficiently enfeebled he approached.
Your eyes went wide as you saw the monstrosity make its way towards you. A damn dragoniid, the most feared predator of the wasteland.
He stood at least 9 feet tall, not counting his bleach white horns. His pale skin was covered in places by thick bony plates and his claws flashed in the harsh sun and his long white hair flowed in the wind. He had rings of white fur at his wrists and ankles and he had massive folded wings. You almost hadnât even seen him. He was stalking closer slowly, surprisingly silent for a creature so large and very well camouflaged in the white sand and bone that covered the landscape.
You slowly retreated into your makeshift shelter, hoping he hadnât yet spotted you. It was your best bet as even a healthy warrior would struggle to outrun such a beat. You were not healthy and you were not a warrior.
He moved quicker than you thought possible and reached right into your makeshift lean-to, using his tail to grab you before taking you in his arms and slinging you effortlessly over his shoulder.
You screamed bloody murder, he raked his clawed hands against your back, almost like he was petting you, shushing you in a deep voice.
âCalm. Safe.â
It neither inspired a sense of safety nor did it calm you down.
He took you into his burrow, surprisingly well preserved ruins buried beneath the sand and dimly lit by lights powered from an unknown source. You could tell from so close up that his skin was covered in very fine scales.
Dragoniids were known to be voracious hunters and normally wasted no time in eating a meal the second they found one. What did he want with you? You didnât want to find out.
Your first day there he didnât do much, you managed to learn his name was Breakor but little else. He brought you some seared food and water and built up your strength. You would need it for what he had planned. Once you had recovered and looked much better, the second day you were there, he showed you what he wanted.
You woke up to your pants being removed and his sharp teeth filled maw dripping drool on you.
âMate.â
He had provided you with food, water, and shelter. Things that were all at a premium in the boneyard. Now you needed to do your part and incubate his eggs. He was sure youâd love to make children with him. He was a very good partner.
âWait⌠wha-?â
You struggled and he repeated the word with more firmness.
âMATE.â
He didnât leave any room for disagreement. You tried to go limp. To relax as much as possible. But you couldnât help crying.
You definitely didnât want it, but it was better than you fighting and risking going from mate to menu item.
His long tongue snaked from his mouth and licked up your tears before slipping into your mouth and partially down your throat. You struggled not to gag but at least it distracted you from his prehensile dick caressing your hole, smearing it with thick lubricating fluid.
He stroked your sides as he rutted into you fully, it wasnât as rigid as a human cock but it was large, you winced a bit at the violation. He removed his tongue from your mouth and licked at your chest, smearing drool all over you as he began really fucking into you.
For a moment you saw stars but after a few minutes you adjusted to his size. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his cock squirmed inside you between thrusts, finding all of your folds.
You shudder as you came, already overwhelmed by how good it felt to have him inside you. But he was nowhere near finished. He kept going at you, nuzzling into your neck, licking you, touching different parts of you with roaming hands, as he enjoyed your warm tightness around his cock.
With a growl he came within you, coating your insides with more slippery fluid, easing your inside for a semi-hard mass to be deposited in you. That wasnât the end of ihe ordeal though.
The base of his cock swelled within you, tying the two of you together to ensure the egg could adhere to your fleshy insides and absorb some DNA to fertilize itself with.
Before it could deflate, however, he rocked into you more and more until you were a moaning babbling incoherent puddle of lust beneath him. When he came he deposited another egg. By the end of it you had four, visibly bulging out your belly. Instead of putting them in all at once he opted to delicately place each one individually, requiring him to fuck you again each time to make sure they were well placed.
Your pr-egg-nancy wouldnât last long, after a few hours theyâd tumble out of you, fully fertilized and ready for you to cover them and lay on them, using your warmth to hatch them.
When you came back to your senses he cuddled you and laid his head on your belly, literally purring at the joy of having impregnated his mate. He was beyond happy as you absently pet his head as it rested upon you.
You supposed it wasnât all bad. You had food, water, a safe shelter, and a protective monster to bite the faces off all who opposed you. And all you had to do in return was have some mind blowing sex and keep some eggs warm.
Male Cyclops x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, mistaken identity, cum as lube, aphrodisiacs, aphrodisiac cum, size difference, cock warming, betrayal, sold into sexual slavery
Word Count: 1.7k
(I don't really consider Rorn to be a yandere in this fic, but he definitely would be one if a sequel was ever written. He is still falling for reader and needs to see how they act when they get more comfortable.)
You and your closest friend in the world, Eldin, were horribly destitute. You were failed members of the Adventurerâs Guild and it had been weeks since your last successful contract. And there were no easy tasks left on the guild board.
You shared a ragged tent in the woods when you needed to sleep. You had been trying to find food in the wilderness. Your bellies rumbled, edible grasses and a few scant roots had been all your stomachs had known for days. Better than what you could have found in the city you supposed.
But a week of festivals and holidays would soon be upon the great city, Askai. Soon every inn would be full to bursting, every market stall would be flush with exotic wares, the smell of hot honey cakes, blood sausages, roast chicken, racks of lamb and sizzling slabs of bacon would fill the air, travelers far and wide would crowd the streets and taverns.
Heavy was the promise of quests and adventure. And with them so too was the promise of coin. Surely the two of you could find some task within your abilities! If nothing else the two of you werenât above collecting dropped coppers from the ground, or food... if it really came to itâŚ
As you made your way to the source of your hopes you got lost trying to find the main road.
It was entirely the fault of Eldin, who had grievously misread the map. The two of you remained silent, not wanting to waste the energy on words and not trusting your mouth not to speak cruelly in anger at Eldinâs mistake.
After trudging for days, subsisting off of accumulated dew, and a few berries that luckily held enough juice to sustain you, you smelled meat roasting and saw a thin stream of smoke raising like a hand to the sky. It beckoned the two of you.
Neither of you were in a state to deny the temptation.
The smoke and smell led you to a large clearing surrounded by an open fence, in the center was a massive cabin. Far too large for human or elf.
Just as you had that thought a massive man, over 8 feet tall, came from behind the tall fence. His height was not the only thing frightening about him. He was a living wall of muscle, with a bit of pudge covering it, his ears were pointed like the elves, his thick faintly pale pink shaggy hair came down to his chest, a massive wooden club was fastened to his belt, he wore a northern style fur waist cloth with nothing underneath and from your viewing angle you could see a girthy cock swinging between his legs, but his most striking feature was his eye.
He had but one large eye, his iris bright red and demonic.
âAh Joren! I thought you had ran off with the deposit for the pleasure slave and would never return!â
He hurried the two of you into his clearing and rushed into his cabin before returning with a bag clinking full of coins. Clearly he took Eldin for someone he had done some⌠business with.
âYouâre a bit late and werenât great about communication, but you returned with the goods so here is the rest of the coin!â
âOh, uh, I sent a bird of course, but there are always hawks preying on the pigeons, you understand!â Eldin lied, shifting on his feet anxiously as he eagerly took the coins.
âWell, I have urgent business to attend to,â he put his hand on your shoulder apologetically, âI have to be going now, treat the purchase gently and be sure to feed them soon, the journey was perilous!â
He made a speedy retreat with his new found wealth. You stood agape as the cyclops closed the gate behind your best friend, trapping you in an unknown hell in exchange for gold. Hopefully he would perish lost in the forest.
âDonât worry, donât worry! I am sure Joren told you that I am in need of a relationship and not just sex. Youâre my partner, I wonât hurt you!â
You were in shock and remained silent, staring up at the goliath with his substantial member peeking out. How could anyone of your size ever hope to take such a man? The notion of an attempt unnerved you greatly.
Despite your ample anxiety and the way it curdled your stomach you could not help but forget it when a slab of gravy coated meat was presented in front of you with a side of steamed broccoli and a large baked potato topped with a pad of butter and chives. All this set upon a human sized table with you sitting upon a similar proportioned chair.
Evidently your unnamed âhostâ knew how to cook and had made preparations for your stay, getting appropriate furniture for your size.
After you ate your fill the anxiety crept back, though maybe he would be careful with you since he had gone to such lengths to make you comfortable. Even so, you still had no intention on being a âpleasure slaveâ for this blue mountain of a man.
âIâm Rorn, by the way! I realize I had forgotten to say⌠donât know if Joren did,â the cyclops boomed. He was far to chipper, in stark contrast to your understandably
Averting your gaze timidly, you muttered your name, not having it in you to look at the monster for any longer than a passing glance.
Without warning he pulled you into his lap, slipping off your clothes and ignoring your feeble struggles. You had eaten, but it wasnât enough to restore the strength that had fled you in the past several weeks of hardship and squalor. And truth be told, even if you were returned to your peak youâd still be as a mewling kitten before the might of Rorn on his worst day. And it wasnât his worst day.
He easily slid out of his meager clothing, but slipping into you would take some work.
You would have to be relaxed, for one thing, and you certainly werenât.
Rorn rubbed your thighs, stroked your cheek, rubbed between your legs as gently as he was able. But nothing was working. But that was okay. He had wanted to spill it all inside of his newly acquired mate, but he was sure heâd have more than one load for you.
Like all cyclops, his cum was powerfully arousing. He knew it, but you did not.
When he started stroking his hard cock, almost at eye level as it rested between your soft thighs, you began to relax a bit thinking he had given up on sheathing it inside of you.
As he got closer to his release the smell of his musk got stronger, he thrust weakly between your thighs and into his hand, and he barely contained the sounds of his pleasured grunts.
Before you knew what was happening a massive torrent of thick, hot, sticky pale pink fluid covered you. It smacked you in the face by the gallon then slowly dripped down your entire body and onto the cyclops on which you were seated.
It got in your eyes, mouth, and tingled your skin wherever it touched. Though just a bit in your mouth would have been enough to cloud your thoughts and bring you to your knees, kneeling before the strength of your arousal.
You wrapped your arms around his still leaking cock, unable to think of anything other than getting off.
Not like that, my dear,â Rorn laughed.
He put his hand under you and rubbed his potent cum directly into your crotch, massaging it in, making sure your entrance was as relaxed as possible before he slowly added fingers, then replaced them with a large toy he had gotten to prep his human.
When you were stretched as well as you possibly could be, with anything other than his mighty cock, he pulled the toy from you with a lewd plop. You whimpered, even started crying. You were so aroused that it hurt. It was almost like a fire had been lit inside you and only the feel of something fucking you could hope to calm the raging flames.
âShhh. Calm down. No need to cry!â
The cyclops plopped you right down on his cock, it had remained rigid the entire time his toy had been buried inside of you. He was happy to replace it. The feel of your ass against his crotch, his balls bouncing as he thrust up into you, the slick embrace of your insides around his length.
Nothing could compare. He was convinced heaven was a place deep inside you that he was currently inside of, your body the entrance to it.
You bounced as if feral, not of a mind enough to make it in time with his mind shattering movements into you. Not of a mind to do anything but seek sexual release. The cum he had drugged you with wasnât something that helped orgasms come easily. It made other races keep up with their cyclops mates. And even when you came it was not enough to sate you.
On and on you went. As did he, filling you with load after load after load. You fucked yourself to sleep right on his lap. You leaned against your new husband, snoring loudly and resting well for the first night in a very long time. He wasnât very sleepy, but he was content to warm his cock inside you for a few hours while you got some much needed rest.
Rorn couldnât wait until you woke up. He was smitten. You were just as Joren had described, a bit quiet but willful. But so cute. He wondered what hobbies the two of you would enjoy together. Did fucking count as a hobby? He imagined you would do that plenty. But he also liked cooking, gardening, and hunting. Though he probably wouldnât take you beyond the fence until your feelings for him matched his for you.
The cyclops peeled you off his cock slowly, though you did not stir. Rorn supposed you were still tuckered out from your trip to him and all of the sex. Fuckered out may be a better word to describe it, he mused. He chuckled at his pun.
Rorn nestled you into his bed, surprisingly soft and plush, and got in beside you, a protective arm draped over you as he began to join you in blissful sleep.
mmmmm coming home from work to immediately get to turn my brain off with a mouthful of tdick. come in, change, get comfy between his thighs wherever he is and check out fully, just getting to mouth at him. mmyeab lick n suck, swirling my tongue around his dick over and over. feeling his fingers slide through my hair, tightening and pulling when i suck harder, bobbing my head, lips wrapped tight around his dick. sloppy and messy, spit and slick dripping down my chin. hnnsgg him throbbing and twitching against my tongue as he cums, fuuuuuck
big bro who's obsessed with his lil bro's tdick. anytime they're even slightly alone, he gets down on his knees and begs lil bro to let him just get a glimpse of his dick, anything.
lil bro who always blushes and nods as he presses his big bro's mouth to his tdick, adoring every second that another "oh my god, you taste so fucking perfect" and "i'm going to play with your dick forever" comes out
Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.
Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.
Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.
He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.
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wolf-shifter!Rodolfo x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: fingering, orgasm faking
Summary: You fake your orgasm. Bad idea.
Rodolfo has two of his fingers inside you. Thick and rough, slick with the mess he left dripping out of you. He moves them slowly, curling just right, deep enough that your legs twitch every time he drags across that spot. His other hand pins your hip down against the mattress, making sure you donât squirm away from him.
Not that you want to.
You are raw and aching, but the way his fingers work, steady and relentless, there is no space for catching your breath. Just the heat curling in your belly, climbing higher and higher with each passing second. Every stroke of his fingers feels like it burns. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.
Itâs perfect.
Your back arches off the bed, mouth falling open on a sharp gasp. You can feel it starting, the pull deep inside, the wave building fast and hot.
You grab at the sheets, fists tight. "Just like that!"
And then-
His pace slips. His fingers drag faster, shallower. The angle is off. The grind of his palm against your clit disappears, like it was never there. And the climb, Gods, the climb, crashes out from under you. The heat in your core drains. Your climax is gone. You whimper, hips jerking up to chase it, but itâs already late. Youâre left clenching, dangling in the air with nowhere to go.
So you do what youâve done before. What always worked before.
You fake it.
Your moan is high and sharp, desperate. You tighten around his fingers, squeeze like you are caught in a shudder. Your thighs tremble, your body shakes. You sell it with your breath, with your voice, like a script you know by heart.
And it's almost convincing.
Almost.
But Rodolfo stills. His fingers stop inside you. His eyes, molten gold in the dark, snap to your face. He doesnât move, doesnât blink. Just stares.
"Did you just fake that?" The question drops like a stone between you. Calm and quiet. Dangerous.
Your heart slams against your ribs. You almost shake your head. You almost try to deny it, to bluff, but he is staring through you like he already knows, like the wolf in him can smell the lie before you can even form the words.
You swallow, shrug, force your eyes away. "Itâs nothing. Itâs fine."
Silence.
His fingers slip out of you, wet and shining. Your pussy clenches at the sudden loss. He pushes up off the bed, heavy footsteps crossing the room. For a heartbeat, you think he is done. That he is insulted. You listen to him move through the kitchen, claws clicking faintly on the tile.
You lick your lips and sit up. "Rodolfo?"
When the shifter comes back, there are two water bottles in his hand. He holds one of them out for you until you take it. "Drink."
You obey, though still unsure what is happening.
He drains his own in three long gulps, sets it aside, and crouches at the end of the bed. His eyes fix on you again, softer now, but no less sharp. The corner of his mouth pulls back into a grin that flashes his white teeth.
"Finish it," he says. "You will need it."
Your stomach knots, your pulse quickens.
"Because youâre not leaving this bed until you really come." His words are low, curling deep in your chest. His grin is wide and wolfish. "And since you lied to me first, you will give me two."
And from the way he looks at you, you know he means every word.
bear hybrid!husband x human!fem!Reader
Good to know: smut
More bear hybrid husband:
Your bear hybrid husband, who feels the change of the season down to his bones, is slowly getting ready to hibernate
Late autumn chill presses against the windows, but inside your shared home, everything is heavy with warmth. Your bear hybrid husband sleeps like the world outside doesn't even exist. He is like a mountain under the blankets. The bed is a mess of plush, cotton, and flannel, and at the very center of it, him. Stretched out and snoring.
You had breakfast together. Your husband cooked, you cleaned, and when all was well and done, he hummed something soft and affectionate into the curve of your neck, and like clockwork, he shuffled back into the bedroom.
And now, here you are, restless.
Aching.
You slip beneath the covers. It's dark and warm and smells like him. Like pine and the faint sweetness of the honey he dripped into his morning tea. He doesn't wake up when you settle down between his legs. He doesn't even stir when you run your hands over his thick, hairy thighs. You massage the relaxed muscles and creep higher. And when you finally wrap your fingers around him, he swells quickly. His cock thickens as you trace lazy circles just under the tip. You coax him into hardness while listening to his muffled huffs and puffs through the blanket covering both of you. Then, you dip down, taking him into your mouth. You lick broad, wet stripes along his length, sucking him. He twitches on your tongue, and you keep going until he is hard and leaking, spit and precum slicking your lips.
And he is still asleep.
Slowly and carefully, you crawl up on his body. The blanket falls from your back onto his thighs in a wrinkled heap. You straddle his hips, eyes roaming over his large frame from his long, fluttering lashes, coarse beard down to the hair across his chest, following the path to his soft tummy. Your thighs tremble as you let yourself settle over his length. Your pussy, already soaked, smears along his cock. The swollen, pink tip rubs over your clit, slides through your folds, and by the time he is soaked in your essence and you angle him just right, you are already panting with anticipation.
When you finally sink down and take him inch by inch, his eyes crack open. A lazy grin curls on his lips as he feels you clench down around him, and his chest rumbles groggily when he speaks. "Mmmh, my sweet thing," he rasps, rough from sleep. "Couldnât wait for me to wake up, huh? Had to come sit on my cock?"
You whimper and roll your hips until your clit rubs against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and he just chuckles. The low, pleased sound vibrates along your spine.
"Look at you," he murmurs, eyes half-lidded as he watches you ride him. "So needy. My sweet little wife- Fuck! So full of me. Gods, youâre drippin' all over me, soaking me through. You like that? Waking me up by stuffing yourself on my cock? Such a greedy thing." Your pussy flutters around him with each word that leaves his mouth. "Fuck, thatâs perfect."
His large hands settle on your hips, kneading but not taking the reins. He lets you set the pace and use him to your own pleasure while his dark eyes linger on your face, then travels down where his cock disappears in your warm, wet hole stretched wide around him.
"Thatâs it⌠Take it, baby. Nice and slow. Oh, fuck, youâre squeezin' me so tight. Damn-" Every snap of your hips makes his cock drag against your walls, and every drag has his voice slip into a deep, rumbling growl. "Bouncing so good, love, pussy drooling down my balls."
His cock fills you perfectly, and you fuck yourself on him like that, slow and wet and needy. Your nails dig and crawl across his chest as your orgasm rips through you in a pulsing rush that leaves you gasping.
"Yeah, thatâs my good girl. Milk my cock. Take what you need," he growls, hips snapping up into you once, twice, his cock jerking as he spills deep inside you, hot and thick. It's so much it leaks and runs down his cock.
You are both still, catching your breath when he reaches up and pulls you down against his chest with a satisfied hum. He rolls lazily, tucking you close while his cock is still inside you, throbbing with the aftermath of his own orgasm.
He presses his face into your neck, beard scratchy, and murmurs, "Hm, gonna put right back to sleep like this, arenât you? Keeping me nice and warm while I sleep."
Outside, the world is cold. Inside, you are pressed against him, still wrapped around him, and everything smells like pine and sweat and sex.
top who apologizes profusely when they start to rape you. âoh my god Iâm so sorry, fuck Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I just need to do thisâIâll be quick, Iâm sorryâ. but then their sorryâs slowly get shakier and whinier and eventually they just start moaning so fucking loud because you squeeze them so well and they need to cum so bad, and they canât even finish their pathetic âs-sorryâs anymore because theyâre not sorry. you feel too good, they donât regret anything anymore, and they take their time now, pounding into you, relishing the way their cock glides in and out of your hole.
Soap easily gets you to agree to let him be the one to take your virginity âĄ
cw dubcon , implied age gap , virginity loss
"Promise I'll be gentle lass." Soap whispered against your ear as calloused hands ran up your leg, starting just below your knee all the way to just barely underneath the hem of the tiny skirt you picked out to wear today for your date.
He couldn't help but let out a gruff chuckle at the way you kept glancing between him and his hand, sliding just an inch higher now.
"I've never...done this before.." You confessed, unsure whether to tell the Scottish sargent to stop or let his hand continue on. Soap already knew just based on your body language, but the confirmation seemingly made his dick start to chub up in his pants.
"That's okay," Soap smiled as he leaned in, pressing you into the corner of the wall where you sat on his mattress, giving you a quick heavy kiss that made you dizzy before pulling away. "Got plenty of experience under my belt to make sure it'll feel good for ye too."
You could feel your blood pressure rise as he kissed you once again but this time his hand went completely under your skirt, large fingers playing with the edge of your panties that covered your pussy which Soap knew was starting to get wet from the way your breathing turned just a bit heavier.
"Okay.." You quietly agreed, senses intoxicated with the smell of cedar and gunsmoke to the point you didn't notice the grin that spread across Soap's face.
Next thing you knew Soap was under your skirt, licking away at your bare pussy with firm precision after he tossed your panties off somewhere onto his room floor. It didn't take him long to make you cum like that but your poor pretty body barely got any time to come down before Soap flipped you onto your stomach, one strong hand pressing down on the space between your shoulders while the other unzipped his pants to take out his leaking cock.
"There we go sweetheart stay just like that," his got accent heavier with every word, and you couldn't see the way his eyes glinted at the sound of a gasp coming from your mouth just as he pressed a hot and heavy tip against the entrance of your now soaked pussy. "Just relax darlin'."
Soap couldn't stop all of the swears that came out of his mouth as he pushed himself all the way in until your ass was firmly against his hips. You could hear the hoarse laugh that came from deep in his chest as small tears pricked your eyes while you tried your hardest to adjust to his size before Soap started to move again
he gets so hot and bothered when you cry but he really canât help himself:( youâre just so cute with those teary eyes, little sniffles filling the air. the man has a huge saviour complex. he wants to scoop you up and protect you from the world.
so what if his way of making you feel better is by getting a few orgasms out of you? works like a charm.
âcome on, love. i got you.â he coos at you, fingers deep in your hole as you sob. âthaâs it, let it all out.â he encourages you, kissing beneath your eyes and licking your tears. delicious, he thinks, as he urges you to open up to him and tell him everything thatâs wrong. heâll fix it for you. thereâs nothing he wouldnât do for you, really.
âgoooood baby. give me on more.â john mutters against yours lips, his hips grinding against you. the tent in his pants is very evident and heâs shamelessly pressing his groin on your thigh, humping as he fingers you. âfeels good, yeah? i know, love. i know it does. i got ya.â
and when youâre both spent, underwear messy and skin hot, he holds you tightly. âsuch a good job fâme.â john murmurs, having you straddle his hips and pressing gentle kisses on your lips. âfeel all better? yeah? good.â
can you please make something like a guy flirted with us and sylus kidnapped him and then he made love with us in front of the man before killing the man??? This could be for sylus&caleb, pls pls pls
Cruel Audience: Caleb & Sylus
Synopsis: Caleb and Sylus are possessive, especially over your safety and heart. How do they react when someone crosses boundaries?
Warnings: Smut, forced voyeurism, riding, kidnapping, forced to watch, thre@ts, possesive behavior, yandere, dark themes, praising, degrading.
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đď¸â. Caleb
The warehouse is dim, the only light bleeding through rusted vents. The scent of damp concrete and sweat hangs thick in the air.
Him-the coffee shop worker, that cocky barista from the cafĂŠ who always "accidentally" brushed against you when handing off drinks, is duct-taped to a metal chair. His head lolling as he groggily regains consciousness. His wrists are raw from struggling against zip ties earlier.
When his eyes finally focus, itâs to you, bent over a stained worktable, Calebâs hand fisted in your hair as he drives into you from behind with slow, theatrical thrusts. Just so his captive audience gets the perfect view.
Barista-boyâs eyes blink open just in time to see Caleb lean down and lick a stripe up your throat before murmuring. âLook whoâs awake Pipsqueak. Say hello.â
He punctuates it with a harsh snap of his hips that makes you whimper, your arms tied loosely in front of you. âSo Pips canât cover her face if she gets shy.â Caleb had told you.
Your legs are trembling as they struggle to hold you up under his relentless pace.
When Barista-boy finally registers the scene, his pupils blown wide with horror. Caleb smirks and adjusts his angle, hitting that spot inside you he memorized years ago. Just to make sure your back arches prettily for their shared viewing pleasure.
âThis what you wanted when you touched her?" Another thrust, harder this time while his calloused hand drags down your bare spine. His fingers tangle in your hair, wrenching back your neck so you lock eyes with the barista.
The Barista whimpers out through a spit soaked gag. Caleb coos down at you, all fucked out and drooling just as bad.
âShould I let him try next time, Pipsqueak?â He chuckled like the mere thought was laughable. âHe wouldnât even fuckinâ fit in this pretty cunt. Too stretched from my fat cock, yeah?â
Your lips part in a broken moan, arms straining against the ropes. Your tippy toes arch so that you can meet his thrust. Itâs so filthy, but you fucking love it. Caleb kisses the back of your neck, leaving dark bruises on your flesh.
Your gummy walls try to milk him, sloppy sounds coming from the long strings of cum and juices connected to your crying pussy.
His violet eyes narrow towards the other male in the room whoâs gone silent, trembling in fear. Calebâs Evol sparks, and the barista comes barreling forward, looking a little green from the sheer motion.
âWatch her cum on my cock. Itâs the last thing youâll remember before I dump your pathetic body somewhere. Smile, Pips.â
đď¸â. Sylus
Sylus has enemies. Many of them. Most, he just ignores between the âcat-and-mouseâ game.
Until YOU become the mouse.
A rival leader had been keeping tabs on you, stalking you through one of your Hunter Missions.
Sylus took that personal.
The room air is thick with the acrid scent of smoke, sweat and sex. Sylus lounges in a battered leather chair, one hand gripping your hip while the other holds a lit cigar between his teeth. His eyes gleam as he watches you move on him, slow, deliberate rolls of your hips that drag sinful moans from both of you.
Thenâa groan.
Across the room, the rival leader stirs, his head rolling as he blinks into consciousness. The first thing he sees is you.
Sweat-slicked and trembling, riding Sylusâ cock like itâs all you were made for. The second thing is Sylus grinning around his cigar, exhaling a slow stream of smoke directly into your parted lips which you happily welcome.
âTook you long enough to wake up.â A brutal thrust upwards makes you gasp. âIt would have been rude if Kieran killed you before you were blessed by this performance. Sheâs so much prettier when sheâs watched. But you know that already, hm? Having your men stalk her.â
His free hand fists in your hair, wrenching your head back to force eye contact the injured man. âTell him whose cunt this is."
âY-Yours, Sylus. Oh my f-fuckkk-!â
God, that sound. He could listen to it on repeat forever.
"Atta girl," Sylus hums, the praise dripping with satisfaction. He takes another drag from the cigar, head cocked as he watches the rival leader's face contort in impotent rage and despair.
A twisted game for a twisted man.
"Doesnât she sound beautiful?" Sylus asks, his tone is full of mockery. "That's what happens when you get what you want. When you're not a failure.â
The leader almost chokes on his tongue, blood leaking from his split lip.
Sylus' every touch is like a match to gasoline. It burns hot and fast and all-consuming. A wildfire that rips through your senses, leaving nothing but ash-like the type that drips from your cigar- and ecstasy in its wake.
Sylus keeps the cigar clamped between his teeth, the ember glowing red-hot as he exhales a slow, curling plume of smoke. His grip on your hips is ironclad, calloused fingers digging into soft flesh as he lifts you effortlessly, controlling every inch of your movement with brutal precision.
âOh, pretty girl," he growls around the cigar. "You are making such a mess for our guest. Keep going-no, no,-donât fight me. You know it hurts when you tense up like that. YeahhhâŚf-fuckinâ good girl.â
Sylus would dispose of this creep after. Because why would he leave anyone alive who had seen you in a state that was only meant for him?
